Shimmy My Way (open)

It seemed like it took forever, but the trail had finally ended. Sam couldn't remember the last time he'd actually gotten bored on a trail, but it happened. That always tended to happen when he was by himself on a sickeningly long trail ride, with the only thing to talk to being Chico. Sure, he loved his horse, but he wasn't the best conversationist.

He came out the exit of the trail, taking a sigh of relief when he saw the barn just a few lengths across the opening in the field. He would have gladly had Chico lope the rest of the way to make the journey quicker, but as it was the stallion was coated in sweat and rather tired from the five hours of heavy trail work. Thus, Sam let him walk, giving him a pat on the neck. You did good, boy.

Chick seemed to understand him, but snorted in a 'yeah, right' kind of matter, hanging his heads down low and walking back to the barn, reminding himself to throw a bucking fit the next time Sam pointed him towards the entrance of that trail.

Sam stopped him at the opening of the barn, sliding off of him and grabbing his reins, pulling him to the asile and having him stand. Chico was a good boy and he knew when he was expected to stand and not move. Sam pulled his saddle off, wincing at the feel of the sweaty saddle pad resting on his arm. Just because he was a rider didn't mean he enjoyed getting sweat all over him.

He rested it on the side of the asile, grabbing his halter off the hook he'd put it on and unbuckled his bridle, slipping it off and looking at the green slime that fell from his bit and hit the floor. That's gross, Chico. He made a disgusted face at it and slipped the stallions black nylon halter on. You sicken me. Of course, only joking with the horse. He gathered up the saddle and looked at Chico, giving him a warning look. Don't move. He walked to the tack room, putting everything away and walking back out, not even stopping as he grabbed Chico's halter and walked him to the wash stall to get all the grossness off of him. He stopped when he saw somebody inside of it with their horse. Oh, sorry. I'll just wait until you're done. He turned Chico around, walking him back over to his stall and letting him go inside to grab a drink and a few bites of hay before he got his bath.

He leaned against the stall door, letting the stallion take a drink of water and waiting for the girl to be done with the wash stall. He looked down at his shoes on the concrete barn floor, tuning out the sound of his horse slurping away. Hearing her voice, his head jerked up and in her direction. Oh... He looked over in the direction that she was motioning towards, feeling a flush of embarassment come over him. How could he not notice a whole other wash stall right in front of him? Well, that's convienent. He walked back into Chico's stall, grabbing his halter and leading him out and down the asile again.

Chico definitely wasn't impressed. He'd almost had his fill of water and was about to move onto the hay and now he was walking back down the barn. Certainly not something he was fond of, it was like he was being teased. He walked into the wash stall as Sam had asked him and turned around, standing while he was being cross tied. Even though he'd been trained pretty well for being ground tied, Sam didn't trust him when it came to getting a bath, since sometimes Chico wasn't fond of water and liked to walk away.. or run away. Whichever came first.

Sam flicked the water on and started spraying Chico's feet to get him used to it, looking back up at the girl when she started speaking again. He could sense the flirtyness in her voice, but tried to over look it. I actually live about 20 minutes away from here, but I'm moving out of my parents house in a bit and getting a place with a few friends of mine down in this area, so instead of paying another month at my other barn when I'd only be there another week, I brought Chico here a little earlier. The idea seemed cheaper. He smiled a little, moving the water upward on Chico's body.

Sam kept the sprayer rather close to Chico's body, in an attempt to make the jets stronger when they hit his body so that the sweat would come off without him having to scrub it. Still, though, he had a brush in his back pocket just in case. Considering Chico was a partly white horse it was always difficult to keep him clean, or get him clean. Even if he was just sitting in his stall he still had a special way of getting himself dirty. No one knew how, but Chico could do it. He had those special talents.

Sam didn't take his eye's off his horse as she spoke, he just shook his head and smiled just a little to be polite. Actually, I didn't really notice. He took the brush out of his back pocket and started scrubbing at Chico's coat, seeing's as just the jets from the hose weren't going to get the job done. He could just slightly hear the girl talking to her horse, but didn't really pay attention for the most part, just kept his eye's and his attention on Chico.

Chico looked over at the horse and the girl that neighbored him, snorting and looking down at Sam when he felt the bristles of a brush scraping against his sweaty coat. He pinned his ear's a little and fakly nipped at the brush. Sam just tapped him a little with it. Knock it off, dickhead. Sam loved his horse, no doubt, but that didn't mean he didn't insult him now and then.